Martha
I work in the construction industry doing labor relations. That means that the bulk of my time is spent negotiating union contracts on behalf of management. Generally, if I've done my job properly, everybody is pissed at me - if both parties are unhappy, that's perfect, because it means that nobody's gotten too good of a deal.
There are not many women in the construction industry, and there are even fewer negotiating. There are still fewer that are under age 35 and cute. (I am.) Construction is full of 55-year-old white men (stale, pale and male.) Most of them aren't sure whether to treat me like their daughter or the waitress at Hooters. ("There's this in-between gray area called Human Being, guys, I kinda get off on being treated that way.")
I sit on a couple of boards that run industry apprenticeship programs, and those boards are charged with selecting and disciplining apprentices. I'm a hard sell; the other board members tell me that I have a pencil sharpener in place of a heart, and it grinds away the souls of the kids who come before our committees.
Well, I'm not about to give away the store because some asshole union rep. feels like my contractors ought to run their businesses like charitable organizations. I'm not about to give some dipshit a second chance because he was raised thinking that he deserved a trophy for using the big-boy potty. I don't respond well to people who have attitudes of entitlement, I don't believe that business savvy is unique to those with dicks, and I don't think that tits and high I.Q. are an either/or proposition.
At the same time, I like wearing makeup. I like stilettos and skirts. I like men, both in and out of bed. I enjoy being a woman, and I resent the implication I often receive - that I should somehow compromise or mitigate my femininity in order to be favorably received in a business setting. (One would think that individuals uncomfortable with, say, my legs, wouldn't spend so much time looking at them....but somehow it doesn't work that way, does it?)
I got a text message from a guy once (after I told him to lose my number) that said, "Fuck you Martha. Does it hurt being so cold all the time?" It made me giggle. So, I suppose, it doesn't hurt at all!
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